"The true beauty of a woman lies in her strength, hidden beneath a delicate veil of tenderness."

A deep, dreamless sleep.

In the twilight of a shabby entrance hall, among walls holding thousands of stories, she searches for echoes of her home, that is no more

An opportunity to get rid of the dirty stains of the past and start life anew, cleansed of sins and suffering.

Lately, I've felt suspended, caught in a state of paralysis, waiting for something undefined. It's like being in a state of gestation without the promise of new beginnings. This spring has felt more like an extended winter, the erratic weather mirroring my inner turmoil. As I watch the clouds drift by, even they seem to move slower, echoing my sense of stagnation. Yearning to be like a river, aimlessly flowing towards the vast, familiar embrace of the ocean—a return to the comfort of the known.

Lately, I've felt suspended, caught in a state of paralysis, waiting for something undefined. It's like being in a state of gestation without the promise of new beginnings. This spring has felt more like an extended winter, the erratic weather mirroring my inner turmoil. As I watch the clouds drift by, even they seem to move slower, echoing my sense of stagnation. Yearning to be like a river, aimlessly flowing towards the vast, familiar embrace of the ocean—a return to the comfort of the known.